Sumaya sat on the couch, her daughter Ritu’s head resting gently in her lap. The soft hum of the TV filled the room, but Sumaya barely paid attention to it. She focused on Ritu, who had been under the weather all evening. “Poor thing,” Sumaya murmured, stroking her daughter’s hair.

Ritu’s breathing had slowed into the deep, even rhythm of sleep, and her body completely relaxed. Sumaya’s eyes drifted to the coffee table where Ritu’s phone lay face up. She hesitated, but curiosity tugged at her. Just a glance, she thought. I’ll make sure there’s nothing urgent.